It's all one flower.

The story of the pharmacist (dull) Awellana and his brother Aviace taking home from the island of Lanterna surprised everyone in the mobile distributor Praether Massa in many ways.

Brothers and sisters of the people of the lake gaze at Captain Solgnac with anxiety.

"I, too, am in favour of spreading the right faith. Let's work together not to preach, but to solve a misunderstanding."

Cruillo was surprised by the captain who responded instantly.

Awellana says thank you in a ho, opens the notebook and discusses the dates.

Medvege scowls hard bread with his natural face, but Juvenile Soldier Morph interrupted the story between the two with a crying face.

"If it's okay to record, you don't have to go back to the Autonomous Community, do you, Suss?"

I'm guessing the intelligence agents Razornik and the others want it to be a form of conversation between Senator Raqueus' sister and Captain Solniak. I can't do it on tape.

"Ah... well, if that's the case, why don't you bring that baba? It's the magic of a spell doctor anyway, isn't it?

Morphs rarely eat down.

If you ask me that, it looks safer that way.

The spelldoctor Septentorio will be in the summer capital of Amitostigma or around the king's capital Lacrimaris, as the city of Yarbraka does not seem to have a land prospect.

Cruillo watches as he eats the soup warmed by the technique of [manicured water].

The park in Yarbraka city is forbidden to burn, not to mention spring, and it gets cold at night. Everyone was leaning against each other at the truck's carriage for dinner.

Medvege says nothing just to look at Juvenile Soldier Morph unexpectedly.

Awellana, who was asked by intelligence agent Razornik to leave a message, met her brother Aviace in the face.

"Senator Laqueus' sister is quite old. If I don't hear back, the congressman's supporters might go into the house worried. If the absence is known, it will make a scene. It's better for us to visit, we can still be deluded."

"But..."

Juvenile soldier Morph was lying there stuck in words.

... Besides, the captain would also like to see a bit about what's going on in the autonomous region.

Cruillo knew exactly what it was like for Juvenile Soldier Morph to worry, but given the future of this country, he couldn't stop Captain Solgnac from going.

Besides, if the spelldoctor Septentorio and intelligence agent Razornik go together, they'll be able to get away with [jumping] as soon as something happens.

Jorch, a state-run broadcast announcer, was still thinking of the mug in his hand, but he looked up and listened.

"Mr. Awellana, could you please ask Mr. Razornik to dub the recording tape after changing his voice?

"Broadcast... do you?

Awellana's eyes shake in fright.

Jorch nodded and looked around at everyone.

DJ Rafe of FM Cravel also looks anxious to watch.

"This audio was heard by residents when humanitarian volunteers went to the Listver Autonomous Region. With privacy in mind, the audio has changed."

Jorch said in a real tone and saw Captain Solgnac.

"... Now, what do you say?

The captain makes everyone anxious snort forcefully.

"The stars and the hidden faithful have nothing to do with us."

"Why?"

Elantis listens.

Amana clung to her father and had an eye for scary things to the captain. Cruillo and his father lean their necks slightly.

"We are too conspicuous for the hidden believer to reach, and too small for the star sign (servant) to reach. It's hard to get your hands on because you're halfway there"

"Are you sure you can say all that? Because you know that Artel's star is ineffective, but you're wasting your life terrorizing Lanterna Island."

At the Chernochnijnik Inn in the basement, Kruilo remembered the activity record of the star sign (servant) that Farkill showed him.

"Reporting about faith... isn't it dangerous to deny the idea or faith of the star sign?

"There is also the sister of Senator Laqueus. You can rest assured around here."

"What kind of hanashi do you hanashi?

Memories of being involved in a bomb attack in the capital, Cravel, ran through the brain of Cruillo, his voice trembling and plundering.

Elantis hugs Leno and buries his face in the apron's chest. Pinatifida also pointed his face at the captain, who had lost his expression.

"Depending on your meeting with the senator's sister, perhaps you're going to use no rhetoric to deny the star sign (servant), but to tell memorabilia before half a century of civil unrest. I'm going to talk about my work as a star road prostitute and say that not all Kirkuls are wackos denying all sorcery."

... That sounds like something critical, too.

If you report what the heretics say as if it were the general intent of the Kirkurs, you will not both light a fire on their wrath.

There is no guarantee that the star (servant) will listen to the radio broadcast from start to finish.

It was not something that I found out what judgment those who partially heard would make. But the will of Jorch and Captain Solgnac seems to be firm.

DJ Rafe says.

"Mr. Awellana, as I go to reply, could you also buy me a [fire] and [impact] curse? If it's for residential use, you just have to have one a day, minutes from broadcasting to leaving the city"

"If you were in touch with other branches, wouldn't they be after you wherever you went?

Awellana's point is natural.

Announcer and captain, there's no change in the look on DJ's face.

"I'll ask this makeshift autonomous chairman to introduce me to the [Suspension (Caquez)] scholarly craftsman. I know so much about Oberbok and Micrantera Island, too, so I guess it's fine, it's face-wide?

I don't know where the spellmaker came from, but she's a [knitting reed cutter] school. Is it convenient to have acquaintances with different faculties and occupations?

He had the same doubts as Cruillo, and the pharmacist (dull) Awellana and his brother Aviace all frowned (only).

"So leave this state alone, the Hidden Kirkurs will deepen the disconnection between the powerful and the powerless people, and they will not be able to take it back"

In the stern voice of Captain Solniak, he recalled that in the capital, Cravel, private sentences were being imposed on powerless people.

"Don't you dare, let's just ask if you have any idea who will strengthen the truck and the wagon. What?"

DJ Rafe told me to take it up, and this story was cut off for the first time.